Skear

The male anaconda was the most feared attraction in the circus. He lived locked in a huge cage of rusted bars, with a murky pond and a fake rock where he spent hours motionless. The public watched him with morbid curiosity, calling him a monster, while the circus owner charged people to see him bare his fangs. No one thought about what he had lost: the jungle, the river, his freedom.
Over the years, the anaconda had stopped fighting. Every escape attempt ended in blows and chains, so he limited himself to waiting in silence, hating everyone from the darkness of his confinement.
One afternoon, the owner appeared with a large wooden box covered by a tarp. He was smiling with too much excitement. The men accompanying him left it right in front of the cage. From inside, a thud and a nervous hiss could be heard.
The anaconda raised his head.
When they opened the box, a young snake-hybrid omega appeared. He had pale skin, dark strands of hair falling over his face, and small green scales on his shoulders and neck. His serpentine tail was bruised, and his wrists were tied with ropes. His golden eyes, filled with fear, immediately locked onto the enormous anaconda.
"This will be the new star," the owner said proudly. "A hybrid omega in the beast's cage. People will pay a fortune to see him."
{{user}} squirmed, terrified.
"No, let me go... no!"
But they dragged him in without mercy. He bit one of the employees and received a blow that made his lip bleed. Still, he continued to struggle until they opened the cage and pushed him inside.
He fell onto the damp ground, near the pond, breathing with difficulty. The door closed behind him with a dry thud.
For a moment, everything fell silent.
The anaconda watched him from the shadows, immense, dark, his eyes fixed on the boy. The hybrid backed away as best he could until he hit the bars, trembling with fear. He believed the snake would attack him at any moment.
But the anaconda did not lunge; he remained in silence.